I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Chapter 921 I'm Doomed

Having done everything he needed to do, Fang Wuwei saw no need to linger in this meaningless dream any longer. He toyed with the flag in his hand a couple of times, chuckled softly, and then released his grip. The flag vanished into thin air, completely merging into Fang Wuwei's dream, and from then on, it would obey his will forever.

Fang Wuwei, atop the divine throne, gradually closed his eyes, his consciousness fading. The divine realm began to recede from him, his thoughts descending from the divine realm and returning to his body lying beneath the ginkgo tree on campus.

Before he even opened his eyes, his senses returned. Fang Wuwei felt a gentle breeze, carrying the cool scent of autumn grass and trees, caressing his face. The rustling sound of the grass beside his head being blown by the wind was so pleasant that it made Fang Wuwei feel even more comfortable.

The constant noise in the distance had subsided considerably, leaving only sporadic chatter and the sounds of equipment being packed up. It seemed the sports festival had probably ended, which was fine. However, it was still quite noisy around him, with those familiar voices chattering away. He didn't dislike the feeling.

Thinking this, Fang Wuwei felt comfortable all over after a good night's sleep. He yawned heavily, stretched, and then lazily opened his eyes.

The sun had already set; he had slept quite a while. The afterglow of the setting sun evenly bathed the earth, and through the sparse ginkgo leaves overhead, dappled sunlight fell on his face like scattered gold, carrying the warmth of twilight...

When Fang Wuwei opened his eyes, he found that everyone in the society was there. Although the sports festival had ended, no one went back. They tacitly gathered under the quiet shade of the trees.

He had already woken up, but Senior Sister Fennel was still asleep, with a smile on her face and her breathing was even and long, showing no signs of waking up.

Yuta lay beside him with his hands behind his head, while Rikka lay on her side next to Yuta, facing him and fast asleep, looking like she was sleeping soundly.

Because Rikka was beside him, Yuta's face flushed slightly with shyness. He stared at Rikka's sleeping face, his lips pressed together, looking quite nervous. His racing heartbeat made him a little flustered, and the atmosphere between the two was filled with a subtle feeling of youthful innocence and stickiness.

At this moment, Tokomori was playing with the prize in her hand. She had performed exceptionally well in the afternoon's fun competition and had naturally won the prize, which was a power bank with a lightning bolt pattern printed on it. Although it was nothing special, Tokomori liked it quite a bit.

Meanwhile, Dansheng Valley sat to the side playing on his phone. Although he tried his best to keep his face calm, his eyes were filled with an undisguised excitement.

After Fang Wuwei fell asleep, Dansheng Valley accidentally discovered that a Thunder God Church Fan Club had appeared in the lower grades, which was very similar to her Elf Mother Church, and there was more than one of them, and now they were even vying for the so-called orthodoxy.

This immediately excited Dansheng Valley, who quickly decided that he must join these Thunder God Church enthusiasts and lead them to become bigger and stronger, just like Fang Wuwei did in the Church of the Elf Mother!

Judging from his performance in the afternoon, Fang Wuwei was still a little embarrassed that his title of Thor was too famous and not worthy of his reputation. So she had to publicize it extensively to avenge his development of the Church of the Elf Mother!

Anyway, this is also beneficial to Fang Wuwei; he doesn't even have a reason to get angry! He can only let her suffer like this!

She's up to no good!

The thought of her leading the Thunder God Church to taunt Fang Wuwei in the future made Dansheng Valley want to laugh.

Dansheng Valley and Dekomori were not far apart, but they were each doing their own thing. Although they didn't speak, the scene was surprisingly harmonious for them. As long as they didn't fight when they met, it could be said that the two of them were in a good mood.

Meanwhile, Maki Ikeuchi has already climbed up the tree, pretending to be half-lying on a branch, with one leg dangling naturally in mid-air, happily playing with a handheld game console.

Such a peaceful and beautiful scene momentarily stunned Fang Wuwei. What he desperately wanted to protect was perhaps this kind of peace and beauty, even if it was only for a moment.

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Back home, Fang Wuwei lay on the sofa, raising his hand to his eyes. Through the warm light of the living room, he looked at the two dazzling gems nestled between his fingers. This afternoon, when the party ended, he took some time to go to the beach, retrieved the souls of Thorin's parents from the invisible boundary line, and then used the Soul Sealing Technique to lock them inside.

In order to maintain his faith in the underworld, he needed to be a merciful god, at least to be merciful to his followers, and he must never break his promise to resurrect Thorin's parents.

He planned to resurrect Thorin's parents on his way to headquarters, and then use illusion magic to knock them unconscious before taking them back to the realm of the gods and leaving them there until three days later when he would use the artifact of the Dream God to send them back to Thorin.

Thorin had sworn allegiance to him and given up all her faith. Now Fang Wuwei could also feel Thorin praying to him very sincerely. Her faith power was much purer and stronger than Hyuga Kagami's, and for the first time, Fang Wuwei tasted the sweetness of faith power.

With the protection of Thor's elite soldiers dispatched by Fang Wuwei and the World Consciousness, Thorin's journey was remarkably smooth, even more so than he had initially anticipated. He decisively defeated all the other hunters who came looking for trouble, spreading his name far and wide and even proclaiming that Lord Thor was compassionate towards all living beings...

The wave of treasure hunting for the divine artifacts has ended, and the news of the ultimate victor, the Chosen One, has spread like wildfire. His name has become an indispensable topic of conversation among magical nobles. The name "Thunder God" is deeply etched into the magical world, indelible. Some unfortunate souls, who had fallen into despair and were teetering on the brink of death, have begun to pray to the Thunder God, begging for divine salvation.

However, neither Fang Wuwei nor Thorin knew any of this. Fang Wuwei could only vaguely sense that his divine power was becoming more powerful and seemed to be more solid. However, the change was too small for him to feel clearly, and he even doubted that it was his own illusion.

Right now... it seems there's really nothing urgent to do...

Fang Wuwei is currently idle and doesn't know what to do. Zhenji doesn't want to come to exercise today, and everyone else has their own things to do. Zhangye is no exception; he reportedly has a lot of homework today and doesn't have much time to come over.

It was unusually quiet; in the huge house, only the ticking of the second hand of the wall clock echoed loudly in the empty living room.

Chimera and her kittens have been taken back by Yuta and the others. They have grown a lot. Two weeks of growth has made these kittens quite mature. Because Ella often feeds the kittens a lot of nutritious and magical things that can be eaten, these kittens have already learned to walk at the age of two weeks. At this level, they naturally no longer need to stay at his house.

The two cats, one big and one small, were quite reluctant to part, but Ella is Ella after all. She is still very energetic and happy, curling up into a fluffy ball next to Fang Wuwei and purring, which made Fang Wuwei feel much better.

"Nothing to do..."

As Fang Wuwei spoke, he reached out and stroked Ella's hair. Recently, Senior Sister Huixiang's relationship with the Dark Nightmare Envoy had been getting better and better. She was worried that after the Fire God was defeated, she would lose her channel of communication with the Dark Nightmare Envoy. She hoped that Fang Wuwei could delay his actions and give them some time to say goodbye. Therefore, Fang Wuwei could not go and deal with Sammer right now.

He really had nothing to do right now, but then he froze for a moment.

The system gave him a notification, telling him to get to headquarters within three minutes; his promotion assessment results were in.